Friday, April 23, 2015

Two Weeks after Prom

"So you basically lied to me about your mom?" I questioned, tears threating to spill from my eyes. He lied to me. The only person I trusted, besides my best friend and he lied to me.

"Natasha, it was nothing like that I swear." He said with tears coming out of his eyes.

Oh but I know those bullshit tears from anywhere. They're from the romantic teen movies where the guy fucks up and tries to win back the girl's heart. I feel like I'm in one of those movies at this very moment. Maybe because we're standing out in the rain yelling at each other. So cliché I know. Don't judge me.

"Steve you lied to me! You broke my trust! All for a bet! So what I was just another notch in your bed post?"

You might be wondering about what I'm talking about. Well first off my name is Natasha Romanoff and this is my story about…..well my fake boyfriend who broke my real heart. So sit back with your popcorn and your tissues and let's begin this story from the very beginning.

Monday, September 23, 2014

So now we're at the very beginning of where it all started. Before I continue I want to share somethings about me. First you know my name is Natasha Romanoff, I'm seventeen years old and I'm a senior at Marvel High School. I love MMA Fighting and one day I want to be known as the best MMA Fighter in the world.

I'm from Russia, but was adopted by an American couple, named Maria Hill and Nick Fury, and lived in New York City ever since I was ten.

My mom, Maria, works at the school as an eleventh grade algebra teacher and the cheerleading coach; and my dad, Nick, works at the school as the counselor.

You could say that I get special treatment because both of my parents work at the same school I go to, but that's not the case and I would like to keep it that way. It's better to know that I can do things by myself and not because my parents work there.

Anyway I was on my way to my locker to grab my books for my last period of the day when it happened. Like I normally do I put in the locker combination and started to put away two of my notebooks from my previous classes when he came up behind me and tapped my shoulder.

He being Steven Grant Rogers.

Steve is an asshole, the basketball captain, a player, doesn't care about anyone but himself and his friends, he has a new girlfriend every week, he might be the biggest man whore I have ever known…..the list is forever.

"Hi….Natasha right?" he asked. I just rolled my eyes and continued to place my books back and grabbed the ones I needed.

"Look you probably don't want to talk to me but-"

"Actually I don't ever want to look at you or hear about you but I have no choice since you're in three of my classes and every girl in the school talks about you." I told him simply. I slammed my locker shut and began walking to my last class. I thought he was going to get the hint to stop following me but that didn't stop him from catching up with me.

"Can we just talk for a minute?" he asked. I stopped walking and turned to face him to give him a sarcastic remark when I realized a few things.

One, he was taller than me.

Two, he had very blue eyes. I mean probably as blue as the ocean.

Three, I could see his muscles under his white t-shirt he was wearing.

Four, I think the hallway got a little hotter or is that just me?

Quickly I regained my composer and stood a little taller, even though he is like probably six feet and I'm five foot three inches.

"What could you possibly want to talk about? With me out of all people?" I asked with one eyebrow raised.

"I need a favor from you." I blinked back in surprised. Steve Rogers needed a favor from me? Something might be up with this picture.

"Why don't you ask one of your friends?"

"Because they're not a girl." He said with a small smile.

My brain and my mouth have no filter for each other. So naturally I said the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm not fucking you if that's what you're asking." I said before I started to walk to my class. Quickly Steve caught up with me and grabbed my arm gently to stop me from walking away. A shock went up my arm when he touched me, but I brushed it off as nothing.

"I wasn't going to ask you for that but if you want…" he trailed off with a smirk on his face.

"You do know I take MMA fighting right?" I asked he suddenly dropped the smirk was serious again.

"Look can you just come by the gym after school? I have practice today and I really want to talk to you about this favor."

I thought about it for a moment but before I could answer the bell rung and I gave him a quick nod before entering the classroom: French.

Lucky Mrs. May wasn't in there, but my best friend Clint Barton was. I smiled at him as I took my usually seat next to him. I met Clint when my mom and dad went to his house when I was around eleven. We clicked over little things and he helped my understand English and I helped him understand Russian. He's into archery and one day he wants to be in the summer Olympics as a gold medalist.

I also found that we were both adopted. His real parents were killed in a car crash and his Uncle Phil and Aunt Melinda took him and his brother, Barney in. Phil Coulson is not only Clint's uncle but he is also the U.S. and World Affairs, American Government teacher and the archery coach. While his Aunt Melinda May is the French teacher and Science Club director.

"Hey Nat." he said as I finally settled in my seat.

"Hey Clint. Where's Mrs. May?" I asked. I only called her that when there are other students around but outside the class it's either Melinda or Auntie.

"She went to go make some copies of some paper work." He said simply. I nodded and began to open my French notebook to a new clean page for when she came back.

"You okay Nat? You seemed to be in deep thought." Clint asked with worry laced in his voice I quickly shook my head and then Melinda entered the room.

"Good afternoon class. Let's get started." She said with a small smile towards the class.

Saved by the teacher.

One question was on my mind: what could Steve Rogers need from me?

A/n: Hey people! So yeah new story being posted and again in advice the updates will be slow especially because I said the updates will only be on weekends and school breaks for now on, and plus I work some weekends.

Anyway Phil has so many jobs at the school because at my high school (in Atlanta) you either take American Government or U.S. World Affairs for a semester and then when you come back from Christmas break you take the opposite and normally the teacher is the same.

So yeah….that's all I had to clear up. Until next time.

-xo